Today the rain has decided to put a stop to the plans, at least temporarily. The drum beat of projects rarely stops around here though, unless we are being frozen solid. Today it’s off to the barn to make sense of some madness. The winter months have left a trail of disorganization that is hard to fathom. When you couple that with the addition of things given to me during a move, it makes quite the heap.

Every time I attempt a clean out of the barn the need to not toss anything kicks in, and it becomes a raging internal debate. Where some see scrap lumber, I see garden bed frames, row markers, and numerous other creations that could be made. I’m sure I’m not alone in this struggle.

it’s just another constant project. The homesteading life is full of them.